The Escort Series (Billionaire Bachelors) - Complete Collection (9 page)

She
turned to kiss Ryan briefly on the lips, and then turned to do the same to
Jason. She couldn’t speak right then but she held the answer in her eyes. She
heard Ryan exhale a ragged breath, while Jason had his devil-may-care grin
widening in delight.

Soon,
they were leading her through doors in the magnificent house. Each room they
passed seemed like something from a gorgeous movie set. Her heart was
all-aflutter
when they took her down to some kind of dungeon
play room filled with many of the kind of things she’d seen in the BDSM
club.
 
There were flat and inclined
benches, a wooden x-shaped cross with cuffs at every end. There was a lot of
leather covering everything, plus chains, hooks and tables like none she’d ever
seen. Everything looked brand new, and there was that fresh smell of wood,
polish and of course leather.
 
She
could even see a fridge in the corner. How strange it was that she wasn’t nervous
as she went in with them, the soft lighting making everything seem less
threatening than they looked. She stepped further inside, her high heels
echoing on the varnished wood floor. The walls had designer distressed-looking
paint in maroon. All in all, it wasn’t the torture chamber she’d have expected
it to look like when they’d led her down the steps.

She
felt a hand on her wrist, and turned to see Jason’s regarding her with
searching eyes. “Do you trust us, baby?” Jason asked softly.

“I
think I always have. I don’t know how, or why.” Her voice was breathy,
constricted with desire.

Coming
forward, Ryan tipped her chin up to make her look at him in the eye. “We’d
never hurt you. Nothing will happen in here that’s against your wish. We’ll
have a safe word to ensure you can put a stop to it all whenever you want. Is
there any word you’ll be able to remember quickly at all times?”

Bea
gulped.
Oh, okay.
Safe
word time
.
“Um…velvet.” It
just popped up and it seemed to suit the scene. Quickly, she committed it to
memory though she seriously doubted she’d need it with these two. She’d meant
it; she did trust them. She wouldn’t have come this far if she didn’t.

“Thank
you, Bea. Velvet it is then,” Ryan said with a small smile, right before he
cupped both sides of her face and kissed her passionately.

*

With Ryan’s
lips ravaging hers so deeply her head was spinning, Bea felt vaguely aware that
it was Jason’s hands unzipping her dress from behind, pushing it down her
shoulders and bringing it to pool at her waist. Her tongue was twisting wildly
with Ryan’s, her hot, stirring passion matching his. She’d wanted this so long
that now she felt like she was burning. When Jason unhooked her bra and then
got rid of that too, he covered her breasts from behind with his large, hungry
hands. She groaned long and sweetly into Ryan’s eating mouth.

For
what seemed like eternity, they pleasured her each in their own way. First with
kisses, and then with
their
caresses. Her mouth kept
getting drawn to either Jason’s or Ryan’s. They could never seem to have enough
of her lips – or her breasts, or her pussy. There, while she stood,
barely able to hold herself up, glad for their support, they stroked and sucked
on her nipples, and then down on their haunches they parted her legs and used
their lips, tongues and fingers on her pussy. At one point, Ryan was sucking on
her clit while she could feel Jason behind, rimming her crack. She felt drowned
in sensations, shocked by how it felt to have both her holes being tongued at
the same time. Oh God, I hope I can survive this night, she prayed while she
moaned deliriously out loud.
So much pleasure to
endure…almost too much.

But
not enough to make her come.
Each time she wavered
on the brink, either of them pulled back till she was breathing less raggedly
or shaking less tremulously. Soon enough she was swimming in a pool of bliss
that made her body feel like it weighed no more than a ton of feathers.

And that
was when they shackled her to the chains hanging from the ceiling support. Her
arms were lifted on either side of her so that her elbows were level with her
shoulders, and not straight up over her head. The cuffs were in no way
uncomfortable and she was too lost in her pleasurable mist to feel worried
about being restrained.

By this
time she was naked, and no doubt, totally at their mercy. She felt a slight
twinge of consternation when Ryan came to her front and held up a blindfold,
but his eyes and tone were calming, soothing as he explained, “This is for just
a bit of mystery. So you don’t get to anticipate anything. But whenever you
feel it’s getting too much, you can make it stop, darling. What’s the safe
word?”

“Velvet.”
Her voice was a moan.

“Good
girl. Now, just experience as much as you can. Hold nothing back,” he
instructed, as he finally tied the black eye mask over her face. Darkness
closed in on her and she blinked, willing herself not to panic but to get
accustomed to the black visual void. She could hear them both moving about,
opening and closing drawers. She drew in a shaky, expectant breath, planting
her feet more firmly on the ground, the heels giving her more balance while she
grew wetter as she waited.

They
started her off with some gentle sensation play. Gentle feathers danced over
her erogenous zones, and she was never sure who was doing what. Someone pushed
an ice cube gently into her mouth and made her lick it. Once it began to melt,
the fingers pulled it out and soon, she felt the moist cube dance around her
nipples. Oh…yes. Very nice, she thought with a moan.

Behind
her, she began to feel the lash of some kind of square shaped leather upon her
ass. She gasped at the sharp little sting; from the way it sounded when it flew
up in the air and then landed, it had to be a riding crop. She’d seen something
like it at the BDSM club, hanging from the walls, on display with the other
props. The sensation of the woven leather tongue contacting with one and then
the other cheek was deeply erotic even though it did bite into her flesh. She
tugged slightly on her shackles, feeling her nipples harden and chill beneath
the circulating ice cube. Some drops trickled down her belly to her pussy
folds, and she shivered at the cold.
The cool feeling was
soon replaced by a mouth, covering one ice-chilled nipple, in its moist heat
.

“Oh
God!” Bea cried, bucking into that soft, hot, sucking mouth. The sensation of
warmth from that roughly sucking mouth contrasted with the ice that had made
her nipples almost numb. The mouth shifted to the other nipple, and sucked from
its icy tip too, making it just as hot. And when the crop began to fall more
heavily on her bouncy ass, she moaned even louder. The impact play went well
with the different sensations coursing through her. While her breasts were
being suckled, fingers holding melting ice stroked all over her clit. The
stinging agony from that little tongue of the riding crop meshed with the
pleasure of the mouth on her breasts tonguing her with heat, and the ice cube
being run all over her pussy mound and clit.

She
didn’t know
who
to call out for so she simply
exclaimed, “Aah! What are you doing to me!
”

It was
Ryan who lifted his head from her breast to say, “You want us to stop?”

She
paused, blinking hard behind her blindfold, and then blurted out, “NO! Are you
crazy
?!
”

She was
shocked when the crop smacked hard into the flesh of her upper thighs, just
beneath her ass. She stiffened as hot, searing pain spread around the
surrounding flesh like a sonic boom.

“Then
don’t interrupt us again,” Jason said in her ear, his body pressing up behind
her for a second. She shivered at the raspy command in his voice. “All we want
to hear are your moans and cries of pleasure – and yes, agony if you
will. Or the safe word if it comes to that. But don’t question us again. Nod if
you understand, little one.”

She
nodded quickly, biting on her lip as she felt her body tingle at the sound of
Jason’s rugged tone.
Ooo-kay.
Her
lover was in dominant mode. Somewhere within her folds, her pussy juiced up the
more and mixed with the drops from the ice.

“Try
and remember not to push Jason, darling pet,” Ryan told her, his lips pressing
lightly on hers for a sweet, warm moment. “He’s been dreaming of seeing your
bottom grow pink and purple from his attentions. He’s been hungry to spank that
ass for a long time.”

“There
are a lot of things I’d like to do to that ass than just spank it,” Jason
murmured, and Bea whimpered, her mind filled with all kinds of thoughts and
possibilities – all of them dark and hot.

Her
knees were now trembling beneath her. How long could those legs of hers manage
to keep her standing? To her embarrassment, she could feel the wetness now
trickling down her thighs. She heard Ryan chuckle at Jason’s words and then he
moved away from her lips, and she almost moaned in protest. She got the vibe
they were setting on – something like bad Dom, good Dom. Ryan was the
gentle one, teasing her with soft and tingly sensations, while Jason was the
one breaking out the crop and then the paddle and making her scream in pleasure
pain as he spanked her ass hard with them. He made the soft, firm globes burn
till she felt like they were twice their size. Again and again he brought a
paddle this time to her bottom and made her count six strokes. Each time, she
felt like she would be screaming out the safe word instead of the spank count.
But no, she ended up never using the safe word. Not at any time during that
long, tantalizingly anguishing night…

The
impact upon her ass went from stingy to thuddy and then to something in
between. She recognized it the moment she felt it whip upon her skin. A
flogger! She could feel the tresses massage over her skin as Jason first
started to play it over her body; over her breasts, belly, front thighs and then
her spine, ass and lower back thighs and calves. Oh wow. So, so kinky to feel
those long, suede strands stroking over her skin. Since she was blindfolded,
she could allow her mind to wander back to when they’d been at the BDSM club
and she’d seen the girl get whacked endlessly by the cat-o’-nine-tails. Well of
course, it had looked like far more than nine tails – how about twenty or
so – and this one was no different. She crinkled her forehead and as it
lashed softly over her, she told herself she could feel some metal studs at the
tips when they landed.
Hmm, sensuous.

Just
when she was getting into the flow with Jason now behind her running the
flogger softly over her throbbing ass, Ryan returned to her. She felt his
presence in front of her and stretched her body forward instinctively.

“That’s
a good girl. Just what I wanted,” he said deeply, and she felt a smile of
pleasure break over her lips.
Only for the smile to widen
into a howl as she felt something metal clamp over her thrust out nipple.

“Fucking
hell!” she shrieked.

“Language,
little girl,” she heard Jason say, his tongue clicking in reprimand. “I think
you need to be punished for that.” The flogger landed with medium force on her
ass. She gasped and jerked forward, unable to stop herself. And that was when
another clamp closed over her other nipple. It took all her will power not to
cuss out loud again. But she did groan very deeply, the sound vibrating through
her whole body. She was now beginning to understand the intensity behind not
being able to see and so being incapable of knowing what was going to happen
next.

The
sensations of pain were knifing through her right along with a strange twist of
pleasure. What was wrong with her? How come she was enjoying this? And what the
hell did she have attached to her nipples that burned so bad?

“Nipple
clamps, my sweet doll,” Ryan explained, correctly reading her confused
expression.
Straining hard, Bea could hear the sound
of a small chain and realized it was coming from the things on her breasts. The
clamps had to be connected to each other by some kind of chain. She shuddered
at the aching pangs coming from her sensitive nubs. She wanted them off, and
then she didn’t. Second by second she wasn’t sure if she was going to orgasm or
faint from the discomfort. The mixture of emotions was making her pussy start
to vibrate with maddening arousal.
 

“I’m
going to twist them a little tighter, darling, so just tell me if it’s OK or if
you want them off totally, which means you can use that safe word. Ready?”

No.
“Yes,” she breathed. She wanted this. Whatever it was. Heck, she’d never felt
so alive, so freaking turned on. Bring on the pain, she thought to herself.

And
they did.
Just as Ryan screwed the clamps tighter, Jason
whomped her with the suede flogger.
She cried out again and again, just
remembering to tell Ryan that the tightness was just right. No more, please.
She could barely stand as it was.

“I’m so
proud of you,” Ryan said, kissing her lips. “We need you to be strong for us,
darling. And you’re proving that by the minute. You deserve a little reward, I
think.”

Yes,
please and please yes! Bea felt his fingers, ever skilful, stroke on her pussy.
Her legs were kicked wider apart, revealing more of her lips that felt like
they hung longer and thicker. They were so slick his fingers slipped and slid
all over the swollen mound. “Oh, oh wow,” she sighed, and moaned, and cried out
when Jason flogged her on her lower back, managing somehow to unkink the kinks
there, decompressing the muscles and lengthening her spine with each impact the
flogger made. Double wow. It all felt like heaven. Yes, even the nipple clamps
sent the pleasure-pain zinging sweetly through her system. Tumbling within the
shadowy world beneath her eye mask, Bea felt ready to explode into fragments.
Ryan thumbed her clit and she felt much too close to the edge to hold back for
much longer.

“I’m
going to come,” she sobbed out suddenly, shocking
herself
.
Behind her blindfold, her open eyes saw stars in the distance. “Please…I need
to come.”

“I
don’t know; Jason…has she been good?” Ryan was heard to ask his younger brother
lightly even as Ryan’s fingers pushed two at a time into her sodden walls. Her
mouth opened in a wide, soundless “O” of ecstasy.

She waited,
panting, for Jason to speak. He planted one last series of whippings upon her
clenching buttocks, and she moaned helplessly. One, two, three, four…and then
he
was
flinging the flogger aside. She heard it fall
and then Jason’s warm, large hands were stroking soothingly over her burning
bottom. “She’s taken her punishment very well, so yes…she has been good. She
deserves her reward, I think,” Jason said softly, and she felt his fingers
trail over her lips, before he stuck his thumb in her mouth. “Suck it, little
one.”

Without
hesitation, she wrapped her lips around his thumb and suckled it, coating it
with moisture from her tongue. Harder and harder she sucked as she felt Ryan
delve deeper into her pussy, shafting her with two fingers. Her legs shook so
much that Jason had to wrap an arm around her waist to hold her up. She
tightened her fingers around the chain holding up her cuffs, and keened with
pleasure.

Jason’s
thumb suddenly popped from her mouth. “Oh yes, yes!” she then cried, as Ryan’s
fingers flew faster in and out of her juicy cunt. Behind her, she felt Jason’s
hands spread her ass, and suddenly his wet thumb was pushing against her anal
ring.
Fuck
. The pressure was hot and
alien, burning slightly. She measured the sensation and found that she liked
it. Oh, so much. He pushed in to the knuckle, his lips trailing softly over her
nape and shoulder blades. “Soon, little one, you’re going us give us your
pretty little ass,” Jason told her huskily. “You’re going to hold nothing back
from us…remember that.”

Shit!
She thought, wondering if that was a threat or a promise. Give them her ass?
Like, let them fuck her in the bottom? Why did that thought suddenly make her
buck and then convulse in time with Ryan’s thumb now circling her clit? Jason’s
words sent her spiraling over the edge. The feel of Jason’s thumb plumbing her
anus and Ryan’s thumb stroking her clit in time to his two middle fingers
fucking her pussy…she was lost. Wild. Dazed by bliss. Suddenly, Ryan ramped it
all up by tugging hard on the chain of the nipple clamp, making her scream with
carnal abandon.

It was
her most intense climax ever.

Chapter Seven

We’re going to fuck you. Like this. While you stand helpless
and shaken, your arms shackled to the ceiling. Would you like that?

Behind
the blackness of her mask, Bea’s mind whirled as Ryan’s voice suddenly sounded
clearly in her ears, husky with lust. What was he asking? Whether she’d like
her body to be used like she was some helpless sex doll?

Well…
It did seem to have a certain
appeal. Indeed, a belly cramping,
pussy-drenching
and
breast-tightening appeal. Yes. Please.

Behind
her, she could feel Jason press his body into hers. He was naked, his skin as
warm and silky as Ryan’s who was also undressed and right in front of her. She
could sense their passionate heat; it felt like they were ready to rip into
her. The edge of her last orgasm faded and she was back to being horny as a
she-wolf. But then when Jason’s cock slid in between her ass cheeks, she
stiffened. Was he going to “take her ass” now? A part of her shuddered with
alarm but the other part…damn, wanted it so bad.

But no,
he didn’t try to penetrate her anus, just slid his shaft over her now gently
burning globes, sometimes spanking her with his cockhead. Hmm, he really did
like to spank, she noted with inner delight.

When
Ryan chose that moment to unscrew the nipple clamps, it felt like being shot
through with electricity. She gasped at the fantastically agonizing sensation that
had been worse than when the clamps were on. But the pain lasted only a minute
and soon, she felt Ryan’s tongue flick soothingly over one nipple and then the
other. Soon she heard the crackle of a condom packet being torn open, and knew
it was time.

She
started to whimper when Ryan suddenly lifted one of her legs, hooking her knee
over his elbow. His crown, thick and slippery with lube, nudged at her slit.
She cried out his name in sweet agony. Her one leg could hardly hold her up so
she was happy to have their free arms around her. Her pussy was now easily accessible
to his springing cock, which he speared her with immediately.

Not
being able to see, she could only feel. And boy, she felt it all.

Ryan,
fucking her with that massive cock of his; taking her like there was no
tomorrow.
Her heels gave her the perfect height so
that with just a bend of his knees, he could shove his dick up her snatch again
and again. For every moment he was inside her, she had a hundred mini-orgasms.
The force of his thrusts, the fact that she was held up by chains and cuffs, turned
it all into something dark, twisted and amazing.

She
gasped and moaned and shook with every thrust, feeling him speed up as he
neared his completion. He lifted her thigh up even higher till her ankle was
almost on his shoulder. This gave him the perfect angle to slam right against
her G-spot. And when he settled every inch of his pole into her sizzling cunt
and started banging, she had no choice. She came hard, just as he was straining
into her as he exploded within her walls.

By the
time he pulled out of her, Jason was waiting. She felt him tug her still
shuddering body backwards into his solid frame. She felt no more than a ragdoll
the way first Ryan, and now Jason, laid claim to her body. Jason grabbed hold
of her hips so hard she felt the imprint of his fingers on her flesh. He too,
had lubed up so that it would be easier to penetrate her with his monster cock
while in this position.

I guess I should be glad for those mercies
,
thought the dazed Bea as she gasped in shock when Jason poked past her ass
cheeks and slid into her waiting pussy. Oh. Fuck. From the back it felt like
she was being staked with an eight inch steel pipe. She lost all use of her
legs and let his hands on her hips hold her up on his thighs as he slammed into
her for the next thrust. And the next, and…

*

His
groin bumped into her ass, slapping into her still aching ass flesh. Wild with
passion, she felt her battered inner walls bloom around his rampaging cock. His
pace was punishing, leaving her no chance to fight back as her third orgasm of
the night roiled and billowed to the surface. Her pussy felt so, so full, and
tight, and tender. He was all hard and thick and masterful. He took her and
took her till she went cascading down the waterfall of bliss. As he pumped his
last into her, she felt Ryan come close, holding her face in his hands as he
kissed her through her explosive release. She welcomed the comfort of Ryan’s
tender lips as Jason clutched her tight, his throbbing cock buried deep in her
tunnel. Bea moaned
,
going limp as the darkness behind
the eye mask became absolute, sending her into unconscious dreams.

Bea’s
Submission: The Escort Book 3

Chapter One

The
blindfold was removed, and Bea was gently freed from the cuffs.

Instantly,
she fell into waiting arms. Her body still had slight tremors as she felt
herself being borne up from the dungeon.

You’re okay, baby, we’ve got you.
Was that Ryan or Jason? She felt like she was waking from a dream. Had all that
just happened to her? Bea nuzzled her face into the warm, corded neck, her lips
parting unconsciously over the tanned, smooth skin. Other than that, she
couldn’t even lift her eyelids not to talk of moving a finger. She was limp as
a rag doll as those strong, tender arms carried her up a long flight of stairs.
Bea was barely conscious of her surroundings, a weakness like she’d never known
taking over her body.

Someone
held open a bedroom door and she was carried inside and placed upon the softest
sheets she’d ever had the pleasure of resting on.

She
made a satisfied, humming sound, her many sweet aches and pains soon forgotten.
Sleep now
, they said, kissing her
cheek.
 
Bea didn’t quite let herself
sink into the welcoming cache of dreams till she felt their two solid frames
take the spaces on either side of her. When they wrapped their arms around her,
and once she could turn her face and find a welcome chest waiting to be snuggled
in, only then could Bea sigh deeply with contentment and drift into an
exhausted sleep.

Bea
awoke many hours later to find herself alone beneath the covers. She started up
at once, her eyes running around the beautifully decorated bedroom. It was
easily twice the size of her whole flat. Whoa. Even the bed felt like she was
swimming in it. She found her gaze drawn to the picture windows that led out to
a balcony. The open blinds moved softly from the morning breeze, and there was
the sound of birdsong in the air.

Drawing
in a deep breath, she let herself get lost in the calming ambience of the
gorgeous room, and the equally gorgeous morning. But then her eyes snapped open
as she suddenly came to grips with where she was. And what she’d done.

Scenes
from the session in the dungeon last night flashed straight through her mind.
She had a distinct remembrance of climaxing at least three times by the time
the play had ended. She’d come when they’d touched and teased her after their
games of punishment and pleasure. She’d also come when Ryan had fucked her,
taking her powerfully with one of her ankles perched precariously over his
shoulder. And then she’d also come when Jason had pounded into her pussy from
the back, holding her hips against him with her feet hardly touching the floor
as he’d jolted her with each rough thrust.